Friday was hot and humid, so hot I thought I would melt.
The garden was full of insects, dozens of soldier beetles.
Hundreds of hoverflies and I do mean hundreds. So many they even came into the house.
By the time evening came, I noticed a silence in the garden. Birds had left, in fact, the garden seemed empty and the sky was turning yellow, black and pink. I knew a storm was coming and it was going to be a bad one.
The wind started to pick up, I saw watering cans lifted, small pots knocked over, and then suddenly it stopped. A flash of lightening set the sky aglow and for ten hours it raged. Thunder lightening and rain. I did not sleep a wink....................
I walked the garden next day...........leaves littered every corner of the garden......small branches lay everywhere, and the taller plants were brought down.
I can hear thunder as I type, another storm but nothing like the last one I am sure. It was spectacular and my father would have loved it. He was a merchant seaman and experienced many severe storms. As a child I would hold his hand and watch the storms from the house. I have no fear of them......thanks Dad. xxxxx